Usually, the Unfastened Fridays will include 3 or more quick stories, but when Leighann from Multitasking Mumma sent me this, I knew it had to be all on its own! Not only is it a stand-alone kind of story, but she also is brave enough to take credit for it. I love your balls, babe; are they Adamantium by any chance?
In the early days of our relationship Brian and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other and like all new couples we took every opportunity to get a little randy. We weren’t living together at the time and were living two hours apart so this meant we spent a lot of time in the car and had to be creative or multitask (hellooo, its what I do). Not necessarily romantic, but we were just new and the very sight of him made me throw my shirt out the window. NOTE: I do not condone driving while distracted, do not try this in your own car, however, if you do, please send your story to Lady E. One evening, while driving together, the sexual heat became too much and the windows started to fog with our hot breath as we searched for a place to pull over. But then I suggested maybe we could keep driving? Huh. Driving and intercourse? Not happening. But there are other ways to make a man hummmmm. And because I’m skilled at the playing the skin flute the instrument was happy to participate. Band practice was going well and I was thrilled when I heard “oh shit.” That’s right! Oh Shit! I’m that good! My confidence was through the roof. Maybe I could pull off a little ride in the drivers seat! He started thrusting like a wild bronco, making me think I might have to abort the mission. My humming skills could not withstand a jive like this! Was this a new move I wasn’t privy to? I was about to choke. “NO! Get up!! Police!” I sprung up, threw my head back so hard I hit it off of the passenger side window, and nearly knocked myself out. The pain was instant and through blurry vision I saw what appeared to be the flashing lights of a ride check coming up just seconds away. Brian shuffled with his pants, I massaged my head. “Good evening.” The light of the flashlight scanned the car and across Brian’s face. “Evening.” Brian cleared his throat twice but it still crackled. My head ached and I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming but I was certain I had a concussion. “Anything to drink tonight?” His flashlight concentrated on Brian’s face. “Nope.” Why wasn’t anyone asking me if I needed medical attention? “Why’s your face so red?” Pardon? “Huh?” Oh God I am dreaming. “Your face. It’s bright red, like you’ve been jogging.” Dear Lawd is that man seriously asking this question? I’ve hit my head too hard!! And then I hear the answer… “Hmmmmmmmmm.”
As I've mentioned, usually the UFF stories are shorter. If you have a little story (or one you think would fit a full post like show-off Leighann over here), then please send it to me here! It can be 100% anonymous if you like - just don't fill out the name & email field - it will STILL send if those aren't filled, yo!